feral-ballad feral-ballad Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep” [Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]
chorraich chorraich What happens when we die?I hope that it will be like flicking off a light switch.But couldn’t there be more?I’d hope not.But why?Because it was hard enough the first time.— Zoë Lianne, “Conversations”